[The man who calls himself Domino is a killer. He traffics human lives like some people traffic vegetables and has shown little regard for those who fall by the wayside. His activities are currently confined to the straits between the southern ports of Florida and the Bahamas and warnings have been issued to the Coast Guard and local law enforcement agencies. The CIA has also shown some interest.]

"Of course they have. After I cut the throats of three agents, you'd expect them to be a little concerned. The Americans are always switching from overstatement to understatement, almost as if they fear the reality which so often intrudes upon their false reality. They are correct to assume that I have no regard for the lives of those I traffic, as they say. And why should I care? These so-called people have nothing, not even self-respect. They flee from Cuba or further south and by the time they come into my world they have shed their humanity.

I have
occasionally thought of ending their lives for them. A simple twist of the neck and we would all be better off. But then again, I must attend to my financial needs. They come to Nassau, to me, and they offer me gold and valuables. I offer them a chance to find the Better Place, but everyone knows that America is just the final stop on their road to Hell.

It is funny, you know, but they give me money... and their families in America give me more... and still they end up in the ground or in the wild currents of the Atlantic. The ones who escape death always find themselves in a living death - working long hours in dangerous places. Sex, narcotics, sweat shops...

They are nothing.

I am Domino.

Apparently the Americans want me arrested and brought to justice, but it is the people I ferry across to their Land Of Freedom who need justice. I am but a scapegoat for the Americans lax border protection.

Indeed, I have my own border protection, no? A little money goes a long way, and money slipping into the right pockets allows me to walk past the so-called protectors. The Coast Guard is nothing but a tax collector. I give them money and they look the other way.

I am Domino.

Everything falls into place, one worthless life crashing into the next like a constant series of waves crashing on the shore. There are always more little black tiles ready to line up and be knocked down. It's a game. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar."

Personality

Moxey is a hard man when it comes to business and never breaks his word, although he rarely gives people guarantees, preferring to leave an opening for a change in plans. Outside of the business world he moves in, Moxey is something of an outrageous flirt and finds himself constantly pursuing beautiful women. He is not one to stay around for long, preferring to move on to the next conquest.

As one of the most successful and infamous people smugglers in the
Caribbean Moxey is particularly cold when it comes to the people he trades in, having no respect for their situation or status. He considers them less than animals and has no compunction in cutting them loose if his activities are threatened. In the past he has thrown several refugees into the ocean when pursued by the authorities in order to escape capture. He is very calculating when it comes to business.

Quote

"You consider them human, but that is just the packaging. There is nothing here to waste your tears on."

Powers

Domino possesses a fast-acting healing ability which enables him to survive even the most heinous injuries. In the past he has even managed to survive the loss of his left hand, which eventually grew back after months of rehabilitation. The healing factor also acts as an initial defence in combat, dissipating most attacks even before his body registers the pain. Domino also possesses enhanced strength and is quicker than human standards.

In addition to his durability, strength and speed, Domino also carries a variety of technological devices including nightvision goggles and a powerful radio transmitter and interceptor.

Appearance

Domino dresses in a black bodysuit which covers his entire body. There is a white disk over his face and he almost always wears his nightvision goggles and carries his radio on his belt. In civilian attire, Moxey wears tropical clothing which allows him to fade into the hustle and bustle of life in the Bahamas. Domino is a tall and muscular black man in his thirties who is handsome and seemingly carefree on the town. In business dealings, however, his mood becomes clinical and detached.